jiya's poems

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[quotefeeling]

“I must change my life so that I can live it, not wait for it.”

— Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1964

[da-rk-ac-ad-em-ia]

“After all, the appeal to stop being yourself, even for a little while, is very great. To escape the cognitive mode of experience, to transcend the accident of one's moment of being.”

- Donna Tartt, The Secret History

[jiyaspoems]

Never forever

And the next time

Someone says forever,

I will gather strength.

Do whatever it takes.

To not laugh

Right in his face.

Life is a tragedy,

We are all victims

Of this pink disease.

So let us laugh,

And not hold on.

Say whatever you will

But please, never forever.

[jiyaspoems]

What is love

There is me and 

Then there is you. 

When I escape myself, 

I always find love in you. 

And when I feel like 

I don’t love you,

I seem to forget 

What the four letters mean 

And start writing definitions. 

Tell me what you 

Have done to me, for 

I don’t have space 

For myself in my life 

You keep hurting me. 

And I let you 

And hurt you back more 

Because I want to carry 

A bigger knife always 

As I am protecting an abnormal heart. 

One that clings onto anything it can get, 

One that gets attached faster than

Mercury melts at room temperature

And breaks faster than the falling star. 

I think you will leave one day, 

I don’t know how you will 

And that’s the reason why 

I think it will be like the last time. 

This time, however, I am prepared 

To catch the pieces as they break off. 

I know it will hurt, as it did

But you get used to the pain. 

It will come back to me 

In pieces, perhaps the pain 

But I will be ready with the painkillers. 

So go on, break my heart. 

Maybe you will give me 

The final definition of love.

-J.C.

[fairydrowning]

Perhaps love is just eating strawberries with your favorite person or peeling tangerines for someone you love. Perhaps, love is stored in understanding someone or it's stored in holding hands. Perhaps, love is just stored in watching TV together on a Sunday night.

[lemonmello]

and perhaps love is something ordinary rather than something way too difficult to embrace. perhaps love can be found inside us too.

[jiyaspoems]

and perhaps love is hidden in plain sight: in smiles and in sharing your lunch. perhaps love is something that can only you can give yourself.

[thoughtkick]

“You have to get to a point where your mood doesn’t shift based on the insignificant actions of someone else.”

— Unknown

[what-iz-life]

Your real soulmate will naturally make you feel seen, heard, understood, valued, supported & loved. They'll bring out your inner child, be open with you & give you best friend vibes. They'll heal, grow & evolve with you–not only in this lifetime but in every dimension & level up.

[mentalquotes]

[jiyaspoems]

i dont write poetry. i cry words. when enough days go by and i feel hollow, ill go pen a poem and it gets better. thoughts?

[jiyaspoems]

you have to be careful

one wrong step

and it can all crumble.

the pieces i put together

as you wanted me to.

how i changed

from sweaters to capes,

from sonnets to blue mascara.

cause you wanted more power.

i have it now

so much of it

that i lack use.

so

be careful

slow and clever

i only lack use

the only thing i do.

- j.c.

[saraluvstiva]

man I can’t believe tomorrow is september.

august, it just slipped away, like a moment in time.

let’s hope september is something to remember.

[jiyaspoems]

and today I know, as your eyes towering over told me. I never knew you.

vaneca

[jiyaspoems]

i like this. no, i love this. this awkward phase we’re going through, all this confusion about each other. when we meet a stranger, we are hesitant about using pronouns and so are they. it’s awkward but it’s progress. we have(most of us have) gotten rid of assumptions. even when we do assume, the probabilities are wider. the world has stopped being black and white, it’s a large rainbow now.

vaneca

[jiyaspoems]

that was the thing about her, she was perfect without being perfect. she was perfect because every part of her was a different colour. she was perfect because every part of her had a different identity. she was perfect because in her glance nothing was less than perfect. because with her, i was perfect.

vaneca

[jiyaspoems]

my words

hurt her,

her words

broke me.

two friends,

two lovers,

two souls,

lost them.

vaneca

[jiyaspoems]

cold, sweet, strawberry.

my tongue loves it,

my heart hates it.

vaneca

[jiyaspoems]

Young love’s blush,

New fire on the turf.

Let’s fly away

Towards the yellow,

We’ll get lost

In each other’s depths.

The fire only getting

Brighter and brighter.

Don’t tell me you love me—

Cause I know you do.

Just hold me in your arms

And kiss me into oblivion.

This eternity is ours

Until we are the ashes

Of our own worldly fires.

vaneca